Far above the shadowed cave, shafts of light stab down from errant cracks in the mountain. The cavern has become unstable here. In her dream state, she has sensed it.
An observer could hear the smooth scratch of shifting scales. The air moves with the changed rhythm in her breathing. What had once been an uneasy mustiness churns with dust and a fetid, rank meat smell from the moist cavern. She has awakened. She stirs, and a ray of light glances off a patch of onyx scale.
With a groaning of bones she labors to raise her head. The graceful black neck glistens through a shaft of light. The dragon has been asleep for years; only instinct forced her tongue to lash out for the morsels that dared to creep by during her slumber. Now the stink of rotted tidbits offends her as she flares her nostrils at the garbage dotting her bower.
As she drags energy into her muscles she moves a wing for support. This disturbs her treasure-bed. Gold and silver and pretty trinkets cascade from her mound, clanking and clunking to the stones below. The sound is satisfying. Even its echo through the halls of her lair pleases her, but the clutter from sleepy feasting does not. She snorts a vicious blow. Dead things scatter with a clatter, and the lighter of her trophies scratch across the floor. Dust and rocks swirl among them, dinging little clinking sounds.
She’s cleared a path. It’s time for the dragon to move.
Fantasy enthusiasts used to find her on blogger. Now she’s here…at Today The Dragon Wins. Enjoy the journey!
“Some days, you just want the dragon to win.”